My name is Violet Devereux and I am a superhero. Okay, not technically a superhero because I can't fly, or shoot lasers from my eyes. I am a perfectly ordinary girl in her twenties, except at night when I put on a disguise and become Justice: the hero-vigilante of London, England.
Life was pretty sweet because London is the first city in the world to acknowledge the existence of an actual hero, working outside the laws that restrained the police but employed by the city council.
Life was good until he showed up.
His name is Ghoul and he is a real superhero. Super strength, super speed, super good-looks (he wears a mask, but I assume), super perfect golden hair, and rumoured super hearing.
His only flaw? He is no hero.
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Even Heroes Fall
ActionMy name is Violet Devereux and I am a superhero. Okay, not technically a superhero because I can't fly, or shoot lasers from my eyes. I am a perfectly ordinary girl in her twenties, except at night when I put on a disguise and become Justice: the he...
